AUSTIN’S P.O.VI rested my eyes for a bit while on our private jet as we flew from Stermyer to New York. “Wake up,” Keith said, shaking me. “I haven’t slept for days. Why are you waking me up? Have we landed as yet?” I asked. “No, not yet,” he said, looking down at a few papers that he had in his hand. “Are we about to land?” I asked him, a bit annoyed. “Nope…we still have a few hours before we land,” he said. “Then why did you wake me up???” I asked, really annoyed with him. “To run our plan with you,” he said and I sat up straight, being attentive. “Okay, go for it” I permitted him. “As soon as we land we are going to go to the detective's office, I’ve made arrangements with the head detective so that we can have a look at all of the evidence that was found at the crime scene. I also made arrangements with an estate agent so that we can go snoop aro
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